Chapter 342: You can mention something excessive, I can tolerate it
A quarter of an hour later, Xu Yu walked out of Sang Zhixia's room and closed the door. Song Liu, who was waiting outside, whispered, "Young Master, that person has gone to the kitchen."
"kitchen?"
Xu Yu quickly closed his eyes and said with an indistinguishable emotion, "For such a large inn, they can't even find a usable cook. Is it really necessary for him to personally oversee it?"
Song Liu's face was filled with bitterness, and he said with a headache: "I can't stop it."
"He said he brought some good tonic recipe from his hometown and wanted to make it for the boss to try. Lingchu is guarding over there."
But Lingchu was just a guard, and he had no room to interrupt in front of that person, so the one-foot-long stove would definitely be lost.
Xu Yu sneered angrily: "Bring it from your hometown?"
"Does this so-called hometown refer to the Imperial City or Lingnan?"
Song Liu had a bitter face and didn't dare to answer. He quickly followed Xu Yu to the kitchen.
In the not-so-spacious kitchen of the inn, Jiang Yubai stood by the stove and gave blind instructions with full confidence and complete ignorance.
"Why are you being so stingy? This purple ginseng isn't just this piece. It's not going to be gone once it's used up. Why don't you add everything in the box to my sister-in-law? It's just a tiny bit the size of a finger, and you just soak it in a pot of soup. What kind of flavor will it have after it's boiled?"
Ling Chu, who was being commanded, looked suffocated. After repeatedly inhaling, he said respectfully, "The purple ginseng you gave me is a rare treasure. However, such a treasure has extremely strong medicinal effects. It is not a good thing to blindly take more. This is enough."
Jiang Yubai looked at the purple ginseng with only a section of roots cut off, with a look of regret on his face: "Can't you really add a little more?"
"Or you can get out of the way and let me do it!"
The black-clad guard who came with Jiang Yubai couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he grabbed Jiang Yubai who was rolling up his sleeves and said, "Ancestor, you are still injured!"
He had just been shot by an arrow last night, and had been roughly carried on a horse's back and jolted all the way.
If it were someone with a weaker fate, he would be preparing to meet the King of Hell by now.
This guy is good. He doesn't even look at his bleeding shoulder, but stares at the pot on someone else's stove. What's going on?
Jiang Yubai was still unconvinced, so the man said stubbornly, "Master, that's the soup we made for Madam Xu. The first pot is almost poured into the bowls. Please go over and stir it with three spoonfuls of salt before you start the second pot."
"If we mess up again, when will Madam Xu be able to eat today?"
Ling Chu silently poured out a pot of soup without saying a word. Jiang Yubai was a little disappointed: "I thought you didn't add salt, so I wanted to help you."
Ling Chu nodded silently: "You are right."
Anyway, I dare not say anything if I do something wrong.
Song Liu, who had followed Xu Yu, turned his head away, unable to bear the sight. Xu Yu couldn't stand it any longer and asked, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Jiang Yubai, who was messing up the situation, looked innocent. He touched his nose and said, "I just wanted to help my sister-in-law calm down. Let me tell you, this recipe I brought from my hometown is really good. It's definitely..."
"If you had been more sensible and not caused such a scene, my wife probably wouldn't have been frightened at all."
Jiang Yubai was completely stunned.
Xu Yu waved his hand to signal the people gathered here to leave. When it was only him and Jiang Yubai left, he walked to the stove and picked up the kitchen knife skillfully. Amid the muffled thud of the chopping board, he said calmly, "No."
Xu Yu only said two words, but Jiang Yubai instantly understood the deeper meaning of his words.
The monkey that had been jumping up and down just a second ago immediately became well-mannered and polite, with an unspeakable sincerity in its eyes and eyebrows: "Why not?"
"Xu Yu, tell me in detail, what exactly do you think is wrong?"
"I've come all this way, so you should at least explain yourself. At the very least, just tell me why you're dissatisfied with the conditions I offered you."
Jiang Yubai put on a persistent attitude, pulled a small stool and sat down, saying seriously: "Just make your conditions, as long as they are not excessive, I will agree to them now."
At the end, he added seriously: "You can also mention excessive things. Don't be polite. I can tolerate it. Isn't it okay if I listen to you?"
Xu Yu paused inexplicably while cutting potatoes, and gave Jiang Yubai his first serious look since he revealed his identity: "Young Prince, I don't have any conditions."
Jiang Yubai narrowed his eyes, not wanting to smile.
Xu Yu's expression remained unchanged, and he spoke in a calm voice, "The Xu family has long since fallen into poverty. I only hope to live a peaceful and tranquil life for the rest of my life. I cannot reach the mountains and rivers that the young prince promised me."
"I don't have any conditions. After today, I will pretend that I have never seen the young prince's true face. From now on, we will be strangers."
The prince is without virtue and the court is unstable.
King Hui has been lying dormant for many years and it is impossible for him to endure forever.
Sooner or later, the dispute in the imperial court will lead to another chaos.
The merit of following the dragon does sound impressive, but in the chaos of power struggles, only the one who survives to the end is the potential winner.
Xu Yu did not know the true relationship between King Hui and his son, nor was he clear about the situation in Lingnan.
Xu Yu was also very clear that after suffering a great disaster, the Xu family should not rush to take the lead again, but wait patiently.
Rash passion and impulsiveness without knowing the real situation will only lead the Xu family into an abyss of no return.
After Xu Yu finished speaking, he put the shredded potatoes into a large bowl filled with water, squatted down and added a few pieces of firewood to the stove.
Jiang Yubai watched him skillfully setting up the wok and heating the oil with an unsure expression. Amidst the sudden sizzling of smoke, he uttered a nonsensical sigh, "Xu Yu, when did you learn to cook?"
If the Jiaxing Marquis's Mansion still existed, and the Jiaxing Marquis was still a powerful general and important official in the court with a large number of troops under his command, Xu Yu would probably never have touched a kitchen knife or a chopping board in his life.
But Xu Yu is so skilled at cooking now that the sound of him cutting vegetables sounds as if he was a chef in his previous life.
Xu Yu poured the shredded potatoes into the pot of hot oil without saying anything.
Jiang Yubai said to himself: "I have a long memory. I still remember the scene of fighting with you back then."
One is the noble only son of King Hui, and the other is the eldest grandson of the Xu family who is pampered by everyone.
For some unknown reason, the two little kids started fighting each other, and their servants were terrified, but no one dared to stop them. Their cries for mercy and screams were heard one after another, almost drowning out the music at the birthday banquet.
Jiang Yubai laughed at himself and said subtly, "Then we always fought, and every time we fought, the people we were with were scared to death. But my father and your father always said it was okay and never intervened."
"One time I kicked you into a pond and you nearly drowned. You went home to recuperate for two months, and when you came out, you pinned me to the ground and beat me until I was forced to fake my own death and leave Kyoto. It seems I haven't been able to beat you since then."
Jiang Yubai couldn't help but stand up and pull Xu Yu's shoulder as he spoke, unable to resist his curiosity for years.
"My father said that since you didn't win the fight, you must have been scolded by the old man when you got back. Maybe your father even gave you some special training to learn martial arts."
"Have you been honing your fighting skills behind my back? Is that what's going on?"
Xu Yu quickly flipped the wok over and placed the stir-fried potato shreds on a plate. He said, "Yes," with a neutral tone.
Neither the Marquis of Jiaxing nor the old man was too embarrassed to cause trouble, so they simply turned their heartache for Xu Yu who almost drowned into a cruel lash of encouragement.
Xu Yu looked puzzled as he recalled the past. The spatula hit the bottom of the pot with a dull thud. "Thanks to the little prince, I was beaten at home for two months. It was very fulfilling."
Jiang Yubai couldn't help laughing. He gritted his teeth and inhaled as the wound on his shoulder was pulled. As the sound of oil frying on the stove started again, he laughed out loud with an ambiguous meaning.
"Knowing that I had many opportunities and more decent excuses to reunite with you in a less clumsy way, why did I choose the most shameful self-torture scheme?"
Xu Yu's hand holding the spatula paused silently.
Jiang Yubai sneered and said, "Because you are nostalgic and have a soft heart."
"Actually, I've never been able to beat you since we were little. The reason I was able to push you into the pond that time was because I jumped in first and shouted for help."
"You thought I was really drowning, and you couldn't swim, but you were busy trying to save me. I dragged you into the water, and you almost became the first prince of the Xu family to drown."
There was no fluctuation on Xu Yu's face.
Jiang Yubai chuckled softly, "Xu Yu, I died so suddenly back then that I didn't even have the chance to apologize to you."
"Now you've brought this upon yourself, and I'll take it as my apology to you, brother. Do you agree?"
Xu Yu silently took the cabbage out of the pot, wiped the oil stains from the edge of the plate, and said in a calm voice: "No."
"My young prince, I have three younger brothers, and they are all at home right now."
"The person I pulled out of the pond died many years ago."
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